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I found this in a folder. I don't know exactly when I wrote it or why. Or what it's about.

"She has gone there to cry, doors across the planes, across the sky. There she will wait these few days, seeking new guidance and new ways. The everpresent reminder of sacrifice, it comes to mind more than once or twice. Seated there in her golden crown, wearing the world's most precious frown. A remembrance of the treasures left to see, and of all the things gone eternally. A small bud bursting from the kernel, hoping for the light nocturnal; searching for a world so far less solitary, in the end only weaker, wronged and sorry."